Peter Pan (Peter Lewis)

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six days.
144 hours.
8,640 minutes.
the amount of time until we're face to face for the first time in three years. three years that have felt like an eternity.
a reunion.
a first meeting
for you, probably.
sometimes i'd like to think you remember my name
i know you don't, but i still like to think so.
so much leading to such a short moment, but a moment all the same.
a short exchange. a smile, a greeting, witty banter i will have spent hours rehearsing in my head, except it still won't go the way i planned.
oh peter pan, it won't be eyes dripping kerosene and sharing coffee as we sit in armchairs across the room from each other but
it will be us
face to face
for the first time in a long time.
it will not be eyes dripping kerosene, it will not be neverland.
but this small moment, just another face,
this will be our small neverland until we're together again.
i am not in love with you, peter pan
but you do hold a special part of my heart.
you know. i know you know but
mio tesoro
my treasure
i needed to tell you anyway.